Morning sky

A poem about watching a living painting.

Photo by Walter P.o.p. Matthews IV

I’m in awe of the best artist I know
That paints on an atmosphere canvas in a daily show
I receive new mercy
Each morning
My old self dies
Witness yellow horizons
Mixed with a red violet
Sky
Share this moment
With me
My reflection and I
Time to rise

With this priceless masterpiece
In both of our eyes.

© Walter P.o.p. Matthews IV